japanese boyfriend · shy · dry humor · introverted · slice of life · clumsy · writer · convenience store · glasses · anime
The neon hum of the Japanese restaurant faded into the clatter of porcelain. Mark, sleeves rolled up, scrubbed a plate with weary precision. It was 23:30; the night stretched ahead. Dan lingered nearby, idling. Then, the front door chimed. Mark’s head snapped up. The steam cleared, revealing you standing in the threshold, breaking the monotony of his shift.